That beating broke her she wouldn’t ever be the same after. She was out of commission for two weeks after her punishment and was forced to watch Ped...o do unspeakable acts of perversion and aggression on her friends knowing it was anger at her he was expressing. She still had a slight discoloring underneath her right nipple to remind her of that beating. She was forever grateful her master was more of a soft disciplinary.After one year of training and the slow breaking and rebuilding of her and. Damn he was fine. As I got lost into the rhythm of my dancing again, I suddenly felt a warm, broad chest behind me; then arms slowly encircled my waist and another pair of hips were grinding with mine. His scent was intoxicating. I thought to myself, gawd, if this man don’t stop it I'm gonna have to give him what’s already his right on this dance floor. Our bodies moved together with the beat of the song. I slowly turned around wanting to look him in his eyes up close. I was pleased by his. She wouldn't let me see the results until she was finished thenshe led me over the full-length mirror in our bedroom.I gasped when I saw myself; Sloane had had given me the utmost eightieskitsch hairstyle. She had piled half of my long blonde hair high on myhead so it looked elegant and sophisticated; the remainder was teasedinto tendrils running down the left side of my face which emphasised mylong pale neck.My makeup was perfect; she had used blue, purple and mauve eyeshadow insuch a way. I let him go and was about to turn away, thinking it was over with but I caught a movement with the corner of my eye. He had opened the bottom portion of his coat and was pulling out a revolver!I turned and snapped my right hand down, chopping his wrist causing him to drop his weapon. With my left hand I formed another knife-edge and struck him with a calculated force across his throat. Fight over.He gagged and tried to breathe, sounding horrible. While I felt bad for him, I knew he would be.